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Warnings: Wincest, mild to explicit sexual content (in later chapters) and swearing.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the supernatural characters or anything of the sort.

The ride to the bar was spent in almost complete silence, Dean couldn't stop thinking about how distraught Sam was, how he had cried so much that he couldn't hold back his own tears. God, he must hurt so much. Dean couldn't stop the twangs of sympathy that hit him when he looked at his younger brother's face, twisted with depression. Only once did Dean attempt to break the quiet after about 10 minutes of listening only to the low hum of the Impala.

'Look, Sam, about Madison, it'll...'

'I don't want to talk about it'

'Sammy, c'mon, let's talk. What happened back there, we tried everything, it wasn't your...'

'Dean, please, just shut it'

And Dean left it there. He figured Sam needed time with his thoughts and he was never really any good with words of comfort anyway, he'd probably make it worse, especially considering how bad of a state his brother was in. Sam was the one who had suggested they go to the bar after what happened, which was a rarity in itself so Dean only worried more.

He pulled the Chevy up outside the Wood Crow Bar. They just sat, not moving for a while, Dean staring at Sam staring out of the window, looking on the verge of tears until suddenly he stiffly opened the door and climbed out.

'Coming or what?' Sam's voice sounded gruff.

'Hell yeah'

They walked into the bar where dean ordered a Hennessey whiskey whilst Sam ordered his usual light beer. Dean eyed Sam with a look that said 'that-drink-is-so-soft-core-you-may-as-well-be-a-woman' and Sam gave his usual, Dean dubbed, 'bitch face', in return.

Dean couldn't help but notice how attractive Sam looked with his hair slightly ruffled from when his hands had been running through it with stress a fair few times during the night. Ok, so he thought Sam was hot. What? No! Of course he didn't. Well, at least that's what he said to himself. He convinced himself that his thoughts were completely out of the blue and unusual but, the truth is he had been thinking about his brother like this for a while and it was getting harder to suppress the feelings. He had often imagined pulling Sammy close and smashing their lips together, running his hands up his shirt, feeling Sam touch him... Dean quickly pushed the images to the darkest corner of his mind, turned away from Sam who was starting to feel uncomfortable under Dean's intense stare and downed the rest of his drink, which he blamed the 'sudden' outburst of strange thoughts.

'Miss, another drink please?'

'Sure thing honey'

The brunette waitress went away for a few minutes and returned with a drink for Dean. She smiled and winked at him as she set it down. He licked his lips and turned to Sam with a stupid grin but he didn't fail to notice that Sam had a strange expression. What is that? Jealousy? Maybe? Yes, of course. He probably needs someone tonight and that cute waitress is exactly Sammy's type. Dean knew the waitress had been flirting with him all night so probably wasn't into Sam at all, otherwise he could have her. Dean wasn't interested.

A few hours and a lot of drinks later, Sam could clearly see that Dean was pissed out of his mind. By the end of the night they had managed to talk through what happened in slurred words and had even shared a few laughs. They stayed for another hour in which Dean drank multiple drinks while Sam, feeling nauseous, stuck to Coke-a-cola.

'That's enough Dean, we should go home'

'But Shammy, we're havin' fun yeah?'

'Yes, but we need to go to the motel sometime, it's after midnight, come on before you hurt yourself'

'I'm fine Sammy'

Sam, who had sobered up slightly so that he was now only tipsy got out of his chair, dragged Dean up and turned him around getting ready to walk him to the door, he had already called a taxi. They barely made it to the Impala where they were going to wait until the taxi showed up when Dean tripped over his own feet, falling into Sam and pinning him against the car. He sharply sucked in a breath. Damnit, why did Dean have to get so drunk and end up so close?

'Hmm, Sammy...' He heard Dean mumble whilst feeling arms slide around his waist.

He desperately tried not to think about how he liked the feeling of Dean pressed against him way to much as he carefully lifted his brother off him, admiring his stunning looks, and settled him against the car. Sam thought his brother was beautiful and all he wanted to do in that moment was reach out to him and... For God's sake Sam! Stop it you twisted freak he scolded himself. He just knew Dean would be disgusted, would probably turn away and leave, if he knew how Sam thought about him.

The taxi rolled up after what seemed like a lifetime to Sam and he shoved a sleepy Dean into the back, sat in the front next to the driver and told him the name of the motel they were staying at. The driver seemed slightly confused.

'Sure thing. But it's only down the road, ten minute walk at the most, not that I'm complaining.'

Sam, not in the mood for talking, just changed his expression to a disapproving one and coked his head to the back seat in reply, explaining that a walk that should be ten minutes would be a harsh struggle with his drunken brother. The driver seemed to suddenly understand and started the journey. They parked outside the motel and Sam shoved some change into the driver's hand, too intoxicated to bother to ask for change.